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Cranberries

Zombie
written by O'Riordan, 1994

Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaken

But you see it's not me, it's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are cryin'

In your head, in your head, Zombie, Zombie
In your head, what's in your head Zombie

Another mother's breaking heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
I'ts the same old theme since 1916
In your head, in your head they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are dyin'

In your head, in your head, Zombie, Zombie
In your head, what's in your head Zombie

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Bosnia
Written by: O'Riordan, 1996

I would like to state my vision, life was so unfair
We live in our secure surroundings
And people die out there

Bosnia was so unkind, Sarajevo changed my mind
And we all call out in despair, all the love we need isn't there
And we all sing songs in our room, Sarajevo erects another tomb

Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind

Sure things would change if we wanted them to
No fear for children anymore
There are babies in their beds, terror in their heads
Love for the love of life!

When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?

Rummmpatipum, Rummmpatipum...
Traboo, Traboo, Traboo...

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War Child
Written by: O'Riordan, 1996

Who will save the war child baby? Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sordid, fine by me
At times of war, we're all the losers, there's no victory
We'll shoot to kill and kill your lover, fine by me

War child, victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Mind the war child, we should mind the war child

I spent last winter in New York, and came upon a man
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless, 
he said "I fought in Vietnam"
Beneath his shirt he wore the mark, he bore the bark with pride
A two inch deep incision carved, into his side

Who's the loser now, eh?
Who's the loser now, eh?
We're all losers now
We're all losers now

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Lady pank

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Theme from the movie M*A*S*H, 1970 
Words by Mike Altman
Music by Johnny Mandel

Suicide is painless

Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see that

Chorus:
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.

I try to find a way to make
All our little joys relate
Without that ever-present hate
But now I know that it's too late, and

(chorus)

The game of life is hard to play
I'm going to lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
And this is all I have to say, that

(chorus)

The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
And to another give a seat
For that's the only painless feat, cause

(chorus)

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger - watch it grin

(chorus)

A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be?
And I replied, "Oh why ask me?", cause

(chorus)

And you can do the same thing if you please.

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